I’m out alone at the restaurant counter getting something to eat. A man sits beside me and we strike up a conversation. He slips in, are you available to go to a bar? I said I could be, why? He asks, are you gay?

I dream of a big heavy man on my back, pushed in to the hilt. When I watch gay p***, I only identify with the man on the bottom. When I look at a man I always ask myself if I would want to kiss with him. What do you think?

We went to the bar.